She had thought to ask, but she was beginning to learn that Silas was not as lenient as her father had been. Or a s much of a pushover. He had years (she still wasn’t sure how many) of dealing with his type of stuff, maybe, and he could see right through her like she had been bathing in Windex. But it wasn’t like everyone else couldn’t to begin with. Besides, what was the point of him taking her out to eat if she’d still come back hungry?
“I’m not sure I do,” she admitted, “but I’ll bite.”
“You’ll bite. So surely you’ll come out.” He thought this could be a fun game. He gave her a smile, and nodded in compliance. She was difficult. Not like Dottie. She was uncontrollable for a portion of her time. But Silas had lessened his tolerance time down to a week. She had a week to rectify this state of absentmindedness before he took this into his own hands. She wouldn’t like that. Not one bit.
“Okay, let’s go then, Darling. Grab your coat if you need.”
